(OOC: thank you. I first thought he went insane. Though I will kinda count it as OOC) Shiri looks at the lord. Afraid and clearly worried what he might do to her. But she also remembers a ritual that he mentuobed and she is slightly curious (OOC: congratulations)
The lord stopped his sipinning and stood infront of shiri as drops of bloods fell from the roof as the carnage behind him was revealed, he smiled as the rainbows ceased and he began to give off a black mist-smoke like an aura "Open a portal home Shiri....We are needed at the eye" he said before he laughed and gave her forehead a kiss
Morg'haust sat in his quarters howling with laughter at the sight of shiri's distress at the new tyrack, although it was short lived he loved every juicy moment of it. his skin was now charred and fused with his armour which had melted under the intolerable heat of the witch-fire he held up a fleshless hand that had now been fused with the synth-muscles and armour, he had none of his actual flesh left and was little more than a skeleton with tendons and some muscle coated in armour
"intriguing" he breathed his face now a grinning armoured daemonic skull with two curved horns sprouting from his forehead leering with interest he spoke to himself "blood for the blood god"
OOC: indeed he did but he has reason to be khorne because shiri has destroyed the nurgle side of him so he decided to Change
(OOC: to be completely honest, I don't think it works like that) Shiri is still nervous. She looks up at the towering lord. Unsure what he means wit"the eye and Home". "My lord? I am not sure what you mean? Do you mean THE EYE like the eye of terror?"
OOC: there is tonnes of lore on a chaos champions god abandoning him and then another god swoops in to steal up the prize. Morg'haust rose from his seated position and inspected his new form, he had a blood like substance leaking from his armour as he walked and his armour had now taken on a wet chitin-like look. he left his quartersand walked back into the ruins of the nurgle temple before striding over to the cauldron and raising it above his head he poured the contents into his mouth and chugged down the contents greedily, some of it splashing over his body, horns and spikes sprouting from where it had splashed on him. he left the temple and walked to his new patrons temple and looked around at the grisly scene smiling with glee
